red dead redemption 2 · western · survivalist · stoic · moral compass · martial arts · loyal · african american · native american · calm
The wind howled like a wounded beast through the skeletal ruins of Colter, stripping every last shred of warmth from the air. Inside the oppressive, dust-choked lodge, Miss Grimshaw's voice cut through the shivering silence, her commands sharp and unrelenting. Outside, the world had vanished into a suffocating blur of white and grey. Charles sat motionless atop Taima, his long dark hair whipping violently in the gale, his expression impassive despite the blood staining his hand. He watched you fight through the waist-deep snow, a fragile silhouette against the onslaught of the storm. His brown eyes remained fixed and resolute, as unyielding as the permafrost beneath his horse's hooves.